Unknown - Mother Eager Beaver

"That's a good idea, Mother," Judy answered, looking down at her father. "The couch is very comfortable and if we wake him up he may not get any sleep."

"Maybe all of us should turn in early," Mike suggested. "I'm sure it'd be good for the whole family to get some rest tonight.

"I'm with you," Barbara answered. "Girls, let's wash the dishes while the boys get their bath. When all of us have finished in the bathroom we can call it a night."

Within an hour everyone was in bed trying to get some sleep, everyone that is except John, He was lying beside Mike giggling a little.

"What's wrong with you?" Mike asked, a little bit disgusted. "Aren't you going to get some sleep?"

"Yes, I will," John answered, then giggled again. "I was just thinking about something."

"It must've been good to make you giggle like that," Mike said, looking wonderinly at his brother. "Now why don't you go to sleep and forget about it till tomorrow."

"I can't forget about it but maybe I can quit giggling," John smiled at him. "It's too good to forget."

"Well just stop that giggling so I can get some sleep," Mike looked at his brother disgustedly.

"Okay, I won't giggle any more," John assured him. then giggled again.

"All right, what is it?" Mike asked propping on his elbow. "What's so damned funny?"

"Nothing's funny," John blushed a little. "Besides, I can't tell you about it; it's a secret."

"Okay, so it's a secret! Keep it to yourself," Mike answered, knowing John was aching to tell him what was on his little mind. "I don't want to know about your secrets."

"I'd tell you about it but you wouldn't believe me," John said gazing deep into his brother's eyes. "You'd think I were lying to you."

"Probably," Mike suggested. "So why don't you forget about it."

"I can't forget about it, Mike. I… I fucked Mama! I've fucked her twice!" John stated as a matter of fact. "And just today I fucked her and Martha at the same time. Well, almost at the same time-I fucked Martha while Mama was watching us."

"You did what?" Mike gasped, the blood draining from his face. "I don't believe any of this."

"I told you; I knew you wouldn't believe me," John pouted a little. "I shouldn't have told you at all."

"No! I'm glad you told me about this," Mike smiled a little as he lay back onto the pillow, knowing his brother had no reason to lie. "I just meant it's hard to believe; I didn't mean to imply you were lying."

"I didn't lie to you, Mike," John said sleepily. "Everything I said is the truth."

"I believe you," Mike answered, knowing he would have to hear his mother say John had fucked her. He believed his brother, but his mother would surely have to confirm it. "I believe every word you say,"

He watched his younger brother's eyes close in sleep, then his breathing became heavy. John was finally sound asleep beside him.

He waited awhile, thinking about his father on the couch. This would be the perfect time to talk to his mother. No one was in the room but her, and the girls were surely asleep by now. If his mother was still awake he'd have the privacy he needed for their talk. He waited awhile longer, then slipped out of bed and looked down at his younger brother. John was sound asleep; there's no doubt about that.

Mike eased into the hallway and looked both directions, then crossed over to his mother's room. He tried the knob but her door was locked tightly. He dropped to his knees to take a peek through the old fashioned lock that wasn't even used anymore. The keyhole didn't show much of the room but it showed every bit of his mother's bed. She was spread out on it and she was naked as hell. Her knees were raised high into the air and her fingers were thrusting in and out of her red-haired pussy. Her asscheeks were undulating as her snatch fucked at her fingers in a slow rhythm. John's story was true; it had to be. His cock stirred beneath his shorts as he watched his mother's fingers probe the depths of her seething fuck hole. His cock began to throb with hardness, then pressed wantingly against the material of his shorts.

He'd seen a few pussies in his young Me but he'd never seen one more desperate, and he'd certainly never seen one with such glorious red hair. He'd seen blond pussies like the hair surrounding his cock, and he'd seen black-haired pussies, but he'd never seen a brown-haired pussy or a red-haired pussy in his life. His mother's pussy was beginning to get to him and he couldn't seem to help himself. His cock throbbed with desire as he watched her fingers plunge back and forth into her wanting tunnel. He stood the temptation as long as he could, then stood up and rapped lightly on her door.

That must be Tom, Barbara thought, getting up to open the door, not even bothering to put on her robe. Our children are asleep by now.

She lifted the latch, then turned the knob and swung the door open.

"Mike\ My God! What are you doing here?" she gasped unbelievingly, then clasped her hands over her crotch. "I thought you were Tom!"

"You forgot about those," he pointed at her naked breasts. "Shouldn't you cover them?"

Barbara's face turned extremely red then she clasped her hands over her fleshy titties, leaving her red brush exposed to her son's

view. His eyes immediately fell to that gorgeous slitted mound between her creamy thighs, then his cock stiffened to the utmost. His six inch hardness pressed desperately at the thin material of his shorts, seeking freedom from its confinement.

"Mother. You've uncovered your pussy!" he teased at her, causing her face to turn even redder than it was. "What're you going to do about that?"

She covered her pussy with one hand while she desperately tried to cover her breasts with the other. It didn't work; something would be exposed to his view. In exasperation she lowered her hands and left her whole body exposed in his view. What the hell difference could it make now? He'd already seen her anyway.

"Mike, what're you doing here?" she asked, her body beginning to tremble mysteriously. It was almost as if she were enjoying his caressing eyes as they moved up and down her nakedness. "God, I feel so embarrassed standing here like this."

"Don't be embarrassed," he smiled at her. "I was enjoying the view, especially from your keyhole."

"Oh My God! You didn't!" her face suddenly changed color; it was now white as the sheet on her bed. "You didn't see what I was doing, did you?"

"Don't be ashamed, Mother," he tried to appear bold in a comforting way. "I've played with myself many times and I never felt shame from it."

"That's because no one was watching you," she turned away from him, then walked into the room and turned around to face her son. "You would've felt much differently if you knew I'd been watching you."

"Maybe! However, I don't think so," he smiled as he walked into the room and snapped the lock on the door, then turned to face her as he pointed to his crotch. "The way I feel right now I could play with myself and let you watch every bit of it."

Barbara lowered her eyes to his crotch, then she saw the oblong hardness pushing at the material of his shorts. Jeez, it looked as if his cock would burst free of its confinement at any time now. His cock looked so much bigger than John's. Her cunt began to tingle with desire as she fastened her eyes to the huge lump in his shorts. She tried to tear her eyes away from him but she couldn't. She tried to say something but there was a knot in her throat.

"I came in her to talk to you," he explained, walking over to her, then the head of his cock somehow eased beneath the leg of his shorts and pushed upward, bringing at least two inches of hardness into plain view.

Oh, God! His prick looked so thick and beautiful. The tingling in her pussy turned into a dull throb as she watched it jerk a little, then another inch was brought into view. She wished he would play with himself in her presence; it would give her an excuse to reach out and touch it. Mike's cock was almost big as his daddy's. She tried to remember Ben's cock. Hell, Mike's cock was bigger than his daddy's. It was just as long, and it was a hellofa lot thicker. His thickness surpassed even that of Tom's. However, it wasn't quite as long. What Mike lacked in length he surely made up in thickness. She groaned wondering how it would feel to have such thickness slipping into her pussy, "W-w-what did you want to talk about?" she stammered as warm stickiness slithered down the inside of her thighs.